Lyrics Drink Beer in Heaven - Casey Daniels Band

Drink Beer in Heaven

A pearl snap shirt, an old trucker hat, and sunflower seeds on the porch out
back.
In that rocking chair, he’d drink a whole 12 pack.
Oh, man there’s no man like granddad.
They said he was a rebel in his early days, if you made him mad boy stay out of
his way.
Going back on your word man, there will be hell to pay.
Oh, man there’s no man like grandad.
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars, I bet he’s asking Jesus if he
drinks PBR.
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question, do they drink beer in Heaven?
Lord he’s raising hell inside those pearly gates, singing every song Hank
Williams ever played.
I bet he’s cutting up and talking about the weather, thinking about his first
love and the day that he met her.
He’d fire up that Mustang, his foot on that gas, and I can almost hear him say «the streets of gold ain’t so bad.»
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars, I bet he’s asking Jesus if he
drinks PBR.
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question, do they drink beer in Heaven?
I turned 18 on the day he passed away, and I drank a beer right here at his
grave.
Popped the top, poured a little out, sat and cried, and I drank it down.
I know he’s going crazy without his cigars, I bet he’s asking Jesus if he
drinks PBR.
If I could see him now, I’d ask him one question, do they drink beer in Heaven?
Do they drink beer in Heaven?